"The Spiller!"

It's close to game
time, and someone new emerges from the dark
Out from the o-line, you see a flash that runs right by your arm
You start to scream, and hope that it is just your imagination
It's not a dream, cause you chased him but you fell far behind, so far behind

You
feel a hard hand, and fall just as youíre stiff armed to the ground
You wipe your eyes and, see a flash that runs right by your arm
But all the while, he's bustin right thru your defensive line (ohhh)...You
start to smile, cause you chased him but you fell far behind, so far behind

**Chorus

The
game is strongly on the line
The howl of 80000 cheers
And grizzly dudes - leave you black and blue
As your team wonders...what to do
And though you fight - and try and try
Your body starts to wither
Cause no mere mortal can catch up to
The quickness of the Spiller!